Crowley nodded, biting his bottom lip. "Here it is..." He stepped aside to show the cherry wood stable, adorned with various cups and bowls, knives and candles. Photos of various angels and demons littered it, and a stack of books nearly as tall as Crowley sat next to it.
"It's my safe place." Crowley admitted. He picked up the silver blade, the hilt adorned with gems and carved into the shape of a snarling demon. "Scouring as much of the world as I could, online of course, to find my perfect pieces. The things that really called to my soul." He chuckled.
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